November 2011
Indoor Google Maps launches →
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I look around this room and see a selection of the smartest, funniest people I...
– A ‘friend’ on the global economy.
You look like every single photo on your blog.
– A ‘friend’.
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A research group at the University of Tokyo are creating a new paradigm in Human...
– Beyond The Beyond: “Invoked computing”
Invoked computing = AR 2.0: like AR but ubiquitous and useful. Kinect + projector + gestural recognition. Please someone be building a framework for this.
I feel like I'm living the first line of my... →
Forget memeing out Jimmy Wales for a second and donate some money to that incredible endeavour you use weekly, you dillholes.
Once he has turned into a wolf and run up to Canada for a while, it’s time...
– Chris Sims Reviews The Latest Twilight Movie
Ren & Stimpy: Rubber Nipples →
“Call the poliiiicceee….”
If you want to check out Professor Longhair, do so in Wikipedia. That’s...
– Bob Fucking Dylan
Theme Time Radio Hour (TTRH) was a weekly, one-hour satellite radio show hosted...
– Theme Time Radio Hour - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
This show is/was amazing. Not just for the music, but because Bob Dylan’s voice and observations are incredible. The closest I can come to it is Steve Wright’s voice as the DJ in ‘Reservoir Dogs’ meets, well, the...
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The baby cocktail shaker. It looks like a baby but it’s just a cocktail shaker. You unscrew the head, pour your ingredients in it, and shake it vigorously to make delicious cocktails. Do I have to think of everything around here.
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Working on a Saturday
The office, an old carpet factory, looms large and empty. The corridors are long and quiet and freshly cleaned. I push the button for the elevator - wait and sip my coffee while I watch the numbers descend. The elevator doors open and inside, in the corner, is a vacuum cleaner. On its own. I step inside. “Going up?” It, being a vacuum cleaner, says nothing. We ride in silence to my...
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Hey. Got Spotify? Throw a track (just one, mind) on this here playlist and let’s all listen to each other’s stuff.
Edit: When adding stuff please make sure it’s not a local file as that’ll not be playable for anyone else. So, yeah, do a search for it and add it that way? Okay? Okay.
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A piece of yellow police tape, cut free, drifts amongst the 8am traffic. Touching gutters, brushing along against taxis, wrapping itself around parking meters. Creating little crimes scenes with a kind of lazy affection.
slipcast
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the default expression that your face automatically reverts to when idle—amused, melancholic, pissed off—which occurs when a strong emotion gets buried and forgotten in the psychological laundry of everyday life, leaving you wearing an unintentional vibe of pink or blue or gray, or in rare cases, a tie-dye of sheer madness.
Nerd
I had forgotten how much I love what I do.
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Overheard: The terrible realness of it all
“I need someone who can keep up with me, you know? That’s his problem. I’m too fast,” she says, flicking aside her hair. Her friend nods, chews her gum, reads her phone. We ascend on the escalator. I listen. “I’m just too real,” she continues. I consider it. I can see how that would be a problem: to be with someone too real - someone who evoked such strong...
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"Because Yelp needs Cormac McCarthy"
THE APPLE STORE
Union Square - San Francisco, CA
Cormac M. | Author | Lost in the chaparral, NM
Two stars.
Given the way my uncle died havin a drink directly after his funeral just didnt seem right so I went for a walk instead. One of them downtowns where all there is is stores. Came across a store was a big cube. Two stories tall and all silver. There was folks outside just ...
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I’ve stopped travelling. It’s been 8 months since I left London - since I packed up or sold parts of my life and set off. I’m in a new country, yes, so I suppose it’s still something new. But I’m no longer repacking my rucksack every few days, moving on to new places, meeting new people, working. There’s still a feeling of momentum - that I should pick up my...